The Dark

I’m afraid of the closing of a past lifetime,

That dying light at the end of my horizons.

The dark send terror through my very existence,

Knowing I’ll soon forget the breeze of a thousand twilights.

The passing of a loved one marks the ticking of my time,

But what else can I do other than wait?

Wait for the curse of life’s greatest downfall,

Or perhaps embrace it as a gift of God?

The eclipse of my days may be set in stone,

But why can’t I resist the fear?

I feel it beckoning, disguised as the sun,

Yet there’s a shadow lurking beneath the rays.

Soon I shall pass, and not even know it,

Yet I still fear the very thing I was born to do.

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Bed of Needles

I’ll take a stand if it means you’ll see,

Despite it feeling like a bed of needles.

I’ll prove myself, if you’ll spare the time,

Although I know you won’t open your eyes.

What does it take, to wake you from your slumber?

Is it gold and riches, do you demand your luxury?

Perhaps my time can be invested elsewhere,

But we both know I’m cursed to find you.

Defining a writer

There’s nothing more painful than reading success stories, while your unfinished project remains open for the fifth year.

It’s probably best not to read into how J. K Rowling’s success came out of the blue, but I suppose there’s some inspiration to take from it. After all, if we don’t believe we can get somewhere, then there’s no point in doing anything at all.

I’m forever flicking through countless articles of what makes a writer a true writer, but in all honest, most of them are filled with over the top money making schemes that takes away what is essential in the art of writing – personality.

What is the point in trying so hard to work out the ways of the novel? What do we benefit from taking lessons on how a certain character should act? Not much, in my opinion. There’s a delicacy involved when creating your own world. It is literally taking a part of your self, and bleeding it into electronic ink so finely, that you can call it your own. Taking away the creativity and adding in structured lessons you found online, is just taking away what makes you a true writer.

Yet, there are other issues I need to face other than originality. Patience and determination is just a few amongst dozens of others. But perseverance is the most important. One day, I’ll get there, and I’m sure it will be awful and lacking of all correct structure and dialogue. But it will be mine, a part of me that I plucked out so carefully, and crafted it into something worth my own time.

As usual, I’m babbling, but I hope there some form of clarity to be found. Don’t define your stories based on what other deem useful. Write about what you want, not what you think is essential.